Saturday 2nd November 1887
Dear Diary,
I may or may not have forgotten about you. I believe it is due to the fact that I am fairly new to writing down my thoughts.
Uncle Qrow came by today! He said he didn't come on my birthday because, he had important matters to attend to at the pub. Which I know is a lie but, if that makes him feel less wretched inside then I will let him whatever makes him feel less incompetent to himself. I do not mind what he chooses to do. I just wish he would stop drinking himself to the point of fainting. I don't know why he does what he does and I wish I knew.
Moving on! Yesterday was uneventful, I just stayed at home with my private teacher, Miss Glynda. She is as horrid as ever. So strict and awful! Well, she is pleasant some days, but still. She always carries a whip. She uses it on me whenever I get a question wrong. It stings the back of my hands! Like when Yang pinched me because I took her food. Father says it's necessary for learning and creating obediency. I say it's a mad! Like a mad man spouting his incoherent babbles. Bah!
I can't wait for mother to come home. She is the only reasonable person in this house! Mother is estimated to come home next Saturday. I cannot wait!
Time for bedtime. Goodnight!